Know Me

Hey I, I know you What You're, you're Dennis Okay Back in the day you used to be the drawing dude in the back of the class Yeah I know you No you don't They don't really know me That's why they be thinking that we're homies Yeah, really that's the old me New me just collecting what you owe me Ho They don't really know me That's why they be thinking that we're homies Yeah, really that's the old me New me just collecting what you owe me They don't really They don't really They don't really know me They don't really They don't really New me just collecting what you owe me When I was little, I was shy Was quiet, didn't know why Then I figured out I could rhyme And do the spittle I got some confidence inside Afro-European pride Girls think I'm a juicy contradiction like skittles Now I feel like a giant b, and I got stripes on me finally, even though I'm an anomaly Cuz I'm a British born with Ghana genes I'm a slave to myself, such irony But I like to be a contra-d Iction, ain't no fiction, and I feel real when I'm in the winning slot, like lottery But really my bars be hoeing, cuz they get your brain and blow em Confidence on fee-fi-fo-fum Go so nuts like stitched up scrotum Four me, they got red-eye loading Im indie-and a three tier totem Two you I'm the master shogun Who better than me now? No one They don't really know me That's why they be thinking that we're homies Yeah, really that's the old me New me just collecting what you owe me They don't really They don't really They don't really know me They don't really They don't really New me just collecting what you owe me Used to have one shorty support me, though we split like divorcing, she still be hella family with my crew She said that you better go far D, do whatever the bar needs, said I will ma, like yabba dabba doo But I got a couple Xs that I thought that it would be Ys to leave Cuz they kept on sleeping on me like they was collecting Zs I might've actually got mad, one pissed me off like P So I might've slipped up a little bit and called her a B E-ven she said what the F is wrong with me We had a big ol fight and she did not accept my apolo-G K, we get now how she don't C eye to I with D Rearrange those last four letters to see what she thought of me Oh well, like time machine I go way back with real homies Or like the hairline on, Zack, Walter Emanuel Jones is They know the type I like, I always wanted marry Snow tha Product and have her someday throwing me the chonies They don't really know me That's why they be thinking that we're homies Yeah, really that's the old me New me just collecting what you owe me They don't really They don't really They don't really know me They don't really They don't really New me just collecting what you owe me Y'know to some rapper someday, you might be the perfect example, but for now, I've got some suggestions, you should do your style like this